When silence falls, who will hear their cries?
The body of a young girl is found dumped on the roadside on the outskirts of Edinburgh. When pathologists examine the remains, they make a gruesome discovery: the silhouette of a doll carved in the victim’s skin.
DCI Ava Turner and DI Luc Callanach are struggling to find leads in the case, until a doll made of skin is found nestled beside an abandoned baby.
After another young woman is found butchered, Luc and Ava realise the babydoll killer is playing a horrifying game. And it’s only a matter of time before he strikes again. Can they stop another victim from being silenced forever – or is it already too late?
Firstly a big thank you to Sabah for having me on the tour.
I absolulty love this series and for me this could me my favourite ..or close second… they are all epic !
This will hook you in straight away and will have you whizzing through to find the truth.
Incredibly chilling and addictive .
This is not for the faint hearted as very disturbing and Helen is able to describe gory expertly. Im always eager to know where these authors get such dark ideas?
Fast paced ,compelling and dark.
The charactars and the storyline are brilliantly written .
Very unpredictable and certainly left me with a chill.
Ive read and reviewed all of this series and i recommend them if you havent read yet.
I wish her every success and read on for a extract..
Published 23rd August
The last seven days of her life had begun with a mistake.
How many times were children told not to get too close to a
car asking for directions? She had been distracted, wondering
what to cook for dinner as she made her way to the local
supermarket in Sighthill. Zoey hadn’t noticed the car following
her, although she knew now that it had been. There had been
no sixth sense as she’d cut through a car park between tenements.
It hadn’t occurred to her that the man who wanted to know
how to get to the zoo might have a large knife up his sleeve,
ready and waiting to poke into the side of her neck. Get into
the car or bleed out in the parking lot, had been her options.
She wished she’d chosen the latter in hindsight. It would all
have come out the same in the end.
In the passenger seat, knife pointed into her chest, he had
told her to put on handcuffs. Her hands had shaken so badly that she hadn’t been able to close the locks until the fourth
attempt. Just rape me, she’d thought. Just get whatever this is
out of your system. Use me, then let me go. But let me live.
Please let me live. I crossed so many days off in red pen. It’s
not fair for me to die now. The man had driven her further
away, beyond the scope of roads she recognised as she lay
across the rear seat. No bravery had been lacking. She’d slipped
a foot under the door handle and tried to prise it open, only
to find the child locks engaged. Dark windows at the rear of
the vehicle had ruined her chances of waving for help. Even
attempting to hit the man over the head with her bound
hands had won her nothing but a contemptuous laugh and
an elbow in her eye.
‘Please don’t kill me,’ she’d said, as they’d finally pulled up into
an overgrown driveway.
‘I’m not going to,’ he’d said. ‘But you’ve been a bad girl.’
‘What?’ she’d asked, her mouth dry with fear and the shameful
knowledge that her bladder had allowed its contents to run
away, even while the rest of her couldn’t.
‘I need you to say it,’ the man had said calmly. ‘You’ve been
a bad girl, haven’t you?’